There isn't too much to tell.
Patchogue (pronounced Patch-Ogg) was an evening show in upstate NY. The crew was useless - half an hour late - and the audience was... I don't know. The adults didn't care, the children ran around the theatre and barely watched the show and we barely got back to Manhattan in time to get 8 hours of sleep before we had to pack up and drive to Wallingford again the following morning.
That being said, Wallingford's show was entirely civilised and lovely.
We performed to a sold out audience in the Paul Mellon Arts centre, which was attached to a high-school with a very in-depth performing arts program. Literally, high school students (udner the supervision of the technical director) helped us with load-in, build and load-out. The TD was a woman named Leslie who not only was super-organised and helpful, but could also lift the flats of our house over her head. Single-handedly. Yeesh. At any rate, these shows were both considered "local" shows, but were also the last two of that sort before our jaunt out to points North. I'll discuss those in another post. Probably in about 10 minutes, because I've been falling awfully behind on the blogging front and feel like I need to catch up a little. Ok, a lot.
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